Þe wiked iwes with sturdi mode
Let þer-out strem þin hert blod.
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Alas! lord, þi penus þow tholudust þo,
Oure sinnus hit mad so wellawo.
Ȝese instrumentus þat here pertend [Read purtraid.] beþ
In memori of þi bittur deyt,
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Þey hulpun hem to do þi passioun,
Þey help us to oure sauacioun;
For þey greuet þe ful sore,
Þin anguich wex so lenger þe more.
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Lord, what may i for þat ȝylde þe?
Þow desirdust noȝt but loue of me.
Lord, þow ȝif me grace and myȝt [folio 80]
With al min hert to loue þe ryȝt;
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In lyf and deth, in wele and wo,
Let neuur min hert turne þe fro,
And or hit so be for thing unwrest
For loue let, lord, min hert brest;
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In a blessud tym þen was I bore,
When al my loue to þe is core.
But merci, lord, i þe prey,
Þow let me neuer in sine dye,
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Werethorow i schuld dampned be;
Derworth lord, for þi pité
Þis graunt me, lord, i prey to þe,
For mari loue þi moder fre. amen.
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Þese armus of crist boþ god and man,
Sent petur þe pop discriuet hem.
Wat man þis armes ouer-se,
For his sinnus sori and schereuen be,
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Þre ȝer of pardon is þe summe
Of sent petrus grant, furst pope of rome;
And xxx popes aftur him þat were, [folio 80b]
An C dayus ich yauf with gode chere;
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